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«Forty»

Logan runs over to me. While he gets closer, he noticed me crying hysterically and immediately had worry and guilt in his eyes. He sits down by me and just cradles me in his arms. "I'm sorry. It's okay, calm down. I'm sorry." He said in a whispering tone. Why did he say sorry twice; why did he even say sorry at all?

"W-why are y-you sorry-y?" I managed to choke out. I don't understand why I'm crying myself.

"For letting you get hurt. They said if I didn't sit with them and act like I hated you, they would hurt you. But, I guess they would have hurt you either way. I'm so so sorry for letting that happen." He said as I felt a tear fall on my hand. His tear.

"You don't have to say sorry" I replied calming down a bit. "I'm fine now" I looked up at him and gave a weak smile still letting a few tears fall. He wiped them away and smiled.

"Where did he hurt you?" He asked concerned.

"He just pushed on my collarbone really bad. It's fine" I replied.

"You looked like you were in a lot of pain, did he leave bruises?"

I shrugged and pulled the collar of my shirt away from my chest so I can only see. "I can see bruises forming" I frowned. Makeup can fix this.

"I think you'll be fine if it doesn't hurt. Wanna ditch for the day?" He asked looking into my eyes. He is the kindest person I've ever met, but I would never see us together. I have someone else on my mind.

I nodded my head. "Sure. That's the best thing I've heard all day" I smiled. We got up and started walking. "Starbucks! White girls love Starbucks! Let's go!" I yelled like a little girl.

"Okay." He laughed. We walked in and got our drinks. We also got  chocolate croissants because they are legit goals. We basically ate and drank in silence. Popping jokes here and there, the usual.

"Hey, Donald Trump! Why did the chicken cross the road?" I asked calling him by his nickname.

"To get to the other side." He said casually. "Boring joke" he added.

"You are wrong though! He crossed the road to get to Chick-Fil-A for his cousin's funeral!" I yelled, but not too loud where I would disturb anyone.

"That's just depressing" he chuckled. I heard the door open and I looked being the nosy person I am. It was Hunter and he was with Brandon and Ashton. I always think how these kids are so independent even though I do the same exact thing. I'm alone right now! Well, I'm with Logan, but he isn't my adult supervision. I act like the Rowland Mother. (I'm taking yo job Christine! He's my Baby Huntie now!)

He looked my way and we made eye contact. From my view, he looked jealous, but mostly mad. Why? "Let's go guys. I wanna go somewhere else" I'm pretty sure he said. Well okay then. I just looked back at Logan and smiled awkwardly.

"Was that him? I saw you looking" he asked. I just nodded. "He looked like he was trying to avoid you" he laughed.

"He doesn't know about you. I hope he's not mad" I said quietly.

"If he's mad at you for hanging out with someone, then he's not worth the time. He can't keep you all to himself" he flashed a reassuring smile. I fake smiled in return. I really hope he isn't mad, he is the one that said its great to make friends. I'll use his words against him if I have to.

"Let's go" I said getting up after we were all done. "I'm gonna try to find Hunter, or just call him" I finished.

"Okay, but don't worry if he gets mad. If he thinks you're worth being his friend, best friend, or whatever you guys are, he wouldn't lose you like that."

"Thank you Logan." I said and we parted ways.

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Princess Aaron👑- Come over to my house. Are you mad?

Huntaa🐥- I'm not coming over. Forget the concert too.

Princess Aaron👑- okay, I don't see why you are mad. He's just a friend Hunter. You're the one that said I should make more friends. He's the only one I have when you aren't here.
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I like him, I think I just lost him.

This is stupid though.

I can't lose him. I don't even care about Twenty One Pilots anymore.

I love Hunter Bryce Rowland.